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It wasn’t about not being safe. Maybe I was naive, but I knew in my heart that Hunter would never hurt me. Not physically. Taking his anger out on my car sucked, but it didn’t make me fear for myself. It made me scared for him, even for Tripp. What would they do to each other to get what they wanted? And why did I feel like I was in the middle of a game I wasn’t even playing?
“Hey,” he said again, lifting my chin and forcing me to look into his eyes. “You’re safe.”
“I know,” I admitted. “But…”
Trying to turn my head, he stopped me and kissed my lips. He gave a small peck before pulling back and putting his forehead against mine. “But what?”
“Are you really going to hurt him?”
Tripp pulled back like I had slapped him, and tears came down my cheeks, knowing it wasn’t what he wanted to hear from me. “He can’t keep getting away with the threats.”
“But what about the picture?”
“You’re more important to me than what anyone thinks.”
My tears were more aggressive, flowing rapidly, and my chest felt like it could cave in from the pain. “I still care, Tripp. I don’t want either of you to ruin your lives. I’m scared for me, but I’m scared for you too… and him.”
The way he licked his lips and flared his nostrils showed me he was slightly annoyed with my words, but he didn’t push me away the way I expected him to.
“I know. You think I don’t know? Dammit Coconut, I think he is a twisted dick, but he’s still more likely to get down on one knee for you.”
“You think I want that from him? After all this?”
“I’m just saying I know you haven’t stopped caring about him.”
“I wish I didn’t, Tripp. I swear I wish I didn’t.”
“You ran to me. Not him. That’s all that is important.”
“I know you told me you’re a risk, but you feel safe to me.”
He didn’t respond, just kept his eyes on me. Our lips were getting closer and closer; his breathing matched mine, and how his hand ran down my side and dipped below the water made me tremble. “Please don’t hurt him. He needs soccer because he isn’t getting me. He isn’t getting anything else.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” he whispered, swallowing hard before adding. “But only for you.”
Now that I had told him what was hurting me so much, I closed our gap and pressed my lips to his. He held me tight, pushing his pelvis up slightly so I could feel how hard he was. Then he pulled away and stood up, making me slide into the water as he stepped out of the bath.
“What…?” I trailed off when I saw him start the shower. It was glass and right in front of the bathtub, so as he stepped in, I leaned back and watched him.
He took his shirt and shorts off and leaned forward, placing his hands on the glass in front of him and looking down at me. The water was spraying onto his back, and I could see his cock bouncing as he rolled his shoulders in the force of the water.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he demanded. “Let me get the salt and sand off my body and I will take you to bed.”
Still, with streaks of tears drying on my face, I pushed my hand to my own core and started spreading my lower lips open for him. The bubbles had long since disappeared, and his eyes could see through the clear water as I tempted us both.
“I’m sorry for how I feel,” I whimpered, meaning the words but also loving the pleasure of my own hand.
“Don’t,” he slapped the glass. “Don’t be sorry.”
He didn’t say not to touch myself, so I slid one finger inside of me and pushed up, hoping my fingers were strong enough to hit my G-spot. Leaning up to get a better angle, I tried over and over, using two fingers and pumping in and out of my channel.
“You wish it was my dick, don’t you?”
“I like you watching me try. Looking down on me and knowing damn well you could do better.”
He lifted his face into the water and then brought it back down with drips falling from his eyelashes. “What do you want me to do?”
“Just watch.”
